I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing …
I found a Cuban coin in my purse today. And I wore sandals still coated with Havana’s streets. …
I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade …
I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.
People are their truest selves when at the crest of a rollercoaster as the wind hits the back of the throat; that moment immediately after orgasm as the body tingles with paralysis;
My ongoing tales from a bar stool… (updated on the regular) September 20, 2017 Today was one of those days where the work kept coming and I couldn’t step outside, away from… Read More
I’m sitting on a generic IKEA chair, nine storeys up, on my Toronto balcony, overlooking the CN Tower. An indistinctive condo. An urban box like all the rest. A typical city landscape… Read More
As another year descends into dusk, and I think of my own wishes, resolutions, goals, I hope that over the next twelve months you… >> Read words that move your soul, in… Read More
I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing rack. The ancient wood floors squeal when stepped on, much to the chagrin of… Read More
There have been leaping jellybeans inside me. They made me move in ways I’ve never bent before. They made my heart ba-boom to the stars and back. They clenched my lungs into… Read More
There are places you go, you travel, that just graze the skin. You’re there and you see and you enjoy but you’re never really inside the place and the place is never… Read More
Painting pictures with words.
I flirt with words, spin sentences, and dance with metaphors.
Tongue tickling cheek.